Reflecting After Two Years

Alright, first things first — for a while, I think this blog is going to turn more into a place of reflection and less of a place where I provide advice (although reflection can lead to some helpful observations). I’ve been putting a load of my helping energy into the Patient Advisory Council of ImproveCareNow, which has become an outlet for the advice I can give. Two years post the emergency room visit, however, I’m finding that I need a space to reflect on who I am and how that experience changed me.

I’ve had people tell me that I dwell too much on 2016. How could I not, though, when 96% of my most life-changing experiences up until this point happened over the course of those 12 months? Yes, going to college is life-changing. Moving to the United States — also life-changing. But having your body stop you in your tracks after years of lack of self-respect? That’s revolutionary.

This Thursday, March 8th, is the two year anniversary of when I Ubered to the hospital with so much pain that I legitimately could not stand upright. I had attempted to manage the daily pain with over the counter painkillers and balanced going to class with lying down as soon as I could get back to my bed and falling asleep for 14-16 hours a night. At that point, I was only able to stomach plain chicken breast and mashed carrots, which I was asking my friends to sneak out of the dining hall for me — even making my way into that loud, crowded space was too much to ask. On March 8th, 2016, I went to class in the morning and was out of breath as soon as I got there. After class, I sat down on a couch and quickly realized that I was in so much pain I would be unable to get up. The pain fogs my memory from there — somehow I managed to get to my dorm and realized that I could not walk up stairs or stretch out my body. Somehow I managed to call an Uber and make it to the emergency room. Somehow I ended up lying on a trolley shaking from the amount of pain I was in. Until the ER doc told me that my inflammatory markers were through the roof and I was going to likely have surgery during the next week or so, I was still in denial.

Prior to this point, I had not been kind to my body. I was not sleeping enough and in normal enough intervals. I was not being meticulous about what I ate. High-school had instilled such a degree of stress in me that I cherished the 40 min bus rides home because carsickness gave me an excuse not to study. To make matters worse, I thought that my social life had to be perfect and would turn into a ball of anxiety whenever anyone was upset with me. I hadn’t had a terrible flare up of my Crohn’s Disease for the past 4 or so years, so I didn’t remember the pain or the exhaustion (a common problem in pediatrics). I was ready to ignore the warning signs my body was giving me and push it to its limits, chronic disease or not, for the sake of success (whatever that means). I was in complete and utter denial. By the summer after my senior year (23 college and scholarship applications later), I had completely shut off my ability to process what was happening to my health.

There’s nothing like 3 and a half surgeries and a case of severe shingles to really knock you back to where you should be, though. I’m almost grateful that my recovery was not anywhere near as easy as I had hoped, that only one of those surgeries was expected, and that I got shingles to boot. Without all of that, I don’t know that I would have been able to realize what really mattered to me, figure out my relationship with my body, and understand what my priorities should be. I’m not sure that I could completely process this all last March — the memories were too fresh and I could almost still feel the IVs in my arms. Two years later, I’ve had that time. Here are some things I’ve learned.

1. Sleep and good nutrition should come in at number one on your list of priorities. I don’t care that you have a midterm. It can wait so you can get 8 hours of sleep. Try learning some better strategies to focus during the day. There is always time for this. Don’t convince yourself that there are more important things in your life.
2. The people who matter are those that will make time for you and come to your bedside because they know you need them, and not because you’ve asked them to. Don’t let them go.
3. When all of your friends know you as someone who’s sick, it can be difficult for them to adjust to your health. You have so much more energy! Life is exciting! You don’t have to flake on every dinner plan! Ease them into it.
4. Listen to what your body needs. If your eyes are shutting, don’t drink another cup of coffee. If you’re hungry, don’t deny yourself a meal to save time. If you need to skip a class because your brain needs you to, do it. No academic curriculum is worth your mental health.
5. Respecting your preferences is paramount. If you don’t want to engage in the same kinds of social activities as your friends, don’t. You are wonderful because of who you are. Respect yourself for that.
6. When you’ve had a serious medical event, people tend to flock to help you at first, and then slowly drift away as your event continues to extend. This is okay. Different people have different tolerances. Maybe just don’t marry or fall in love with any of the ones who can’t handle it.
7. If you find something you love, stick to it, even if that means that you have to let people down by committing less time to things that don’t interest you anymore.
8. Having your shit together can be intimidating. Don’t apologize for that. You are respecting what you need to do for your own well being. Stick to the people who will respect it (and joke about how much of a mom you are).
9. One of the most powerful things you can do for others and for yourself is to turn your negative experiences into advocacy. Help other people with what you’ve learned. It’ll help make you happier and process better.
10. Surgical recovery is hard and disheartening and can completely change the way you see your body. If you need to go see someone, do it. Treat a therapist like you would the rest of your medical bills — your mind is just as important.
11. Laughing about it is okay. Yeah, I have nerve damage from shingles in my right hip. Sometimes it sucks that it hurts to wear a backpack. But hey! It makes for a cool party trick when my friends tap my hip and I can’t feel it. I promise this is a lot funnier said out loud.
12. If you need to stop processing your experiences while they’re happening, that’s okay. Keep them in a little backlog of things to think about. You’ll pull through.
13. Be proud of yourself for overcoming all of the adversities you’ve been presented. You are capable, you are strong, and you can continue to persevere.